The woman sank down as if anchored to the spot. Chair absorbed her weight, taking on as much of the burden that he could. He allowed her to clutch his arms and dig in her nails. Chair didn’t even mind when her tears splashed his upholstery.
After a while the woman got up and said thank you. Chair readied himself for whoever was next. It was Tuesday and today seven different people had appointments in this office – one for each hour until seven o’clock. Chair knew he could handle it; he was no lazy boy and the comfort and strength he provided brought him a supreme sense of satisfaction. Supporting people was his job and he believed no one could do it better.
Then one day news rippled through the office. Across town new space had opened up for rent. This building had a fountain in its courtyard and an atrium on the first floor. Bah, thought Chair. We don’t need any of that stuff. What can a fountain or atrium provide that I cannot? People love me for the comfort I provide. They won’t find that elsewhere. It was at that moment that Chair made up his mind not to move into the new space.
In a matter of a few weeks, books had been packed into boxes, pictures had been protected by bubble wrap, and stacks of paper piled years deep had been sorted through and recycled. As Chair watched the flurry of activity over the next few weeks, he felt resolute about his decision. He did not even waiver when the movers came. Instead, he dug into the floor and he did not budge.
Chair grinned in satisfaction as he overheard one of the movers say, “We’ll have to come back.” Chair felt eyes on him, taking in his build and he slouched further to the floor to emphasize his bulk. He chuckled to himself as he knew his strength and the fact that it made him immobile.
Then Chair heard another voice. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just leave the chair here for the next office tenants.”
The lights went out and Chair sat basking in his victory. Yes, he would be perfect for whoever came next. He just knew it.
Only no one came. Time stretched from days to weeks, then months to years. And just like a sweater that has been worn and stretched over time, the office began to look a shabby remnant of its former self. That included Chair.
At first Chair hadn’t minded his solitude. His imagination ran wild as he envisioned who would sit in him next and how he would help them solve their problems. Then Chair began to imagine his former owner bursting into the office, proclaiming that nothing had gone right without Chair and he would do whatever it took to bring Chair to his new office.
Finally, Chair relegated himself to hoping that anyone would show up. But no one did, except for the sun, the wind, and the rain. It was not what Chair wanted, but finally he accepted them as his only company. Even as new life emerged around him, Chair knew it was too late for himself. No one else was coming. He had missed his opportunity to move on. So now he just waited for the end, glad that he would not spend his remaining days completely alone.